Page 15 of The Succubus's Song

“And I’m not?”

“You’re only safe if you’re with me!” Mara barked, and her control snapped. She practically lunged across the table, her claws extending and ripping through Finley’s collar as she pulled him towards her.

“Only me,” Mara growled, nearly shoving her face into Finley’s neck as she pressed her nose against his jaw and inhaled. Finley’s warm scent flooded her senses, and every part of Mara’s body went on full alert.

Bite, bite, bite! Her instincts were pounding in her veins, threatening to choke her alive.

“Mara, you’re shaking.” Finley’s voice broke Mara’s concentration. His hand came up and circled hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re okay. Come back to me. I don’t think you want to do this here, hmm?” His voice was soothing, and he was devoid of fear, which shocked Mara most of all.

Oh my god, my fangs are out! Mara was horrified to realize how close she had been to biting Finley in the middle of a pub, and she released him just as quickly. She stood up and was about to run for the exit when Finley caught her wrist.

“Hey, Mara, I mean it, if you need to—”

A shiver of desire and hunger shook Mara’s body as it sang at the offer.

He wants us! He’s willing, he’s willing, he’s willing!

Mara turned around and mustered the iciest stare she could manage, fighting a thousand years of instincts. “Don’t ever offer that to a baobhan sith.”

“Or what?” Finley still looked unbothered, sitting at the table as if this was an entirely normal conversation to be having over dinner. Mara pulled away from his touch.

“I’m not that strong, Finley. If you ever make that offer again… I’ll take you up on it.”

Mara vanished before he had a chance to respond.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Finley paced his apartment. After Mara left him sitting in the middle of the pub alone, he didn’t know where else to go. He thought about attempting to trail her or go back to the university, but he knew he had no chance of finding Mara if she didn’t want to be found.

She was hungry. Why didn’t she listen to Emmett? Is she…hunting? The traitorous thought burned its way through his mind.

The idea of Mara seducing another man set his body on edge. She was free to do whatever she wanted, but he hated the idea of her with anyone else. It lit up parts of him that he’d assumed were long dead. A possessive streak a mile wide nearly split him in two.

God, when she touched me… Finley winced at the memory. He knew that Mara was very literally created to seduce and kill men, but he didn’t care.

Something must be fucking wrong with me, he groaned, trying to ignore the arousal that Mara awakened in him. She’d nearly torn him apart in public and he’d been hard as a rock ever since she touched him.

Finley grunted and stormed into his kitchen, throwing the fridge open and blindly reaching for a beer. He nearly broke the glass bottle as he attacked it with the bottle opener, his frustration making his movements choppy.

All the lights in his apartment were on, and Finley continued to walk through each room, trying to find something to occupy himself with. He started to curse the empty unit. It’d always been devoid of life, but now as he desperately searched for something to take his mind off Mara, the emptiness seemed more apparent.

“If only I could get some damn sleep,” Finley grunted, plopping onto his couch in defeat. Some of his beer spilled on the floor, but he didn’t bother moving to clean it up. Sleep had been out of the question for weeks; he doubted he’d be able to rest when he was this worked up.

“Fuck it,” Finley spat, placing his beer on the side table. He closed his eyes and settled further into the couch, sliding his hand under his waistband, and gripping the base of his cock. He let out a small huff of breath in satisfaction and wasted no time, slowly beginning to stroke himself from root to tip.

The only image that he could conjure was Mara…her long ruby hair, those legs, even the moments when her control slipped and those bright red eyes looked straight through him. He started increasing his pace, squeezing harder, as the arousal that had been thrumming in his veins like an undercurrent started to build at the base of his spine.

Finley had been on edge all day, and it didn’t take long for sweat to bead on his forehead as his body tensed at the thought of Mara sliding into his lap. They’d been dancing around each other for months, and something about her sister’s arrival triggered Mara’s true nature, which only further enticed him.

Finley was leaking pre-come, and he used it to slick himself down, making every touch even more sensitive. He twisted his wrist and flicked his thumb over the head, huffing out a low moan as it triggered a wave of sensation throughout his body.

“Mara…” Finley moaned aloud, unable to keep himself from saying her name.

“Yes?”

Finley froze and shouted in alarm, nearly flying off the couch when Mara responded to him. His hand was caught in the waistband of his pants, and he stumbled, nearly falling down as he looked around for the intruder.

“Oh, kill me now.” Finley’s entire body went hot as his eyes settled on Mara.

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